The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1887-05-13

AoE ", on sclenLlHc principles, why ar
rows are shot from the eyes of beauty.
If the mouth is the bow, why does not
that shoot the darts?
The snow came early in December,
and with its usual winter gayeties.
There was to be large party at Tan
glewood, three miles from Woodford,
and The young gentlemen were active
in their preparations for conveying the
girls thlther. was surprised at re-
ceiVing an early invitation from Mr..
Allis.
'.Kate Howe has vexed him in some
way, and he asks me from pique, or to
arouse her jealousy" I thought, as I
arranged my hlir before the mirror.
'.But what has that to do with me,
Miriam Gray2 If I had refused his in
vitation, etiquette would have forbid
den me accepting any later one, and 1
must have stayed at home, which I
have no idea of doing"
Philosophizing thus, gave the final
stroke to my hair, and paused to note
the effect. Now there is this objection
to writing ones autobiography. You
must humbly describe yourself as a
plain, unattractiye person, or be set
down as conceited at once. Why not
tell the truth about ones self, as about
others? Is the writer of stories neces-
sarily story-teller in the offensive
sense?
have hot had such sage maxims as
"Beauty is only skin-deep,'' Hand
some is that handsome does" etc., in
stilled into my mind from early child
hood, without concluding that l have
some claims to beauty, or there would
be no need of such counsel. Perfect
health, and plenty of air and exercise,
had given me clear complexion, of
which the bright coloring was confined
to the lips and cheeks, instead of run
ming riot over the whole face, as is
common in country girls; and my new
dress became me well. The trimmings
to my face-hair, eyelashes and eye
brows-were of a dark brown, ga capt.
tai match for my eyes" my father said.
As for my figure, it was OF the medium
height.
"Put these cloves in your pocket,
child" said Aunt Pidge, coming into
my chamber with muff1ed tread (she
had pulled an extra pair of socks over
her shoes since the cold weather.,
"and keep your mouth full all the way,
to ward off influentla. -
1t was useless to protest. 1 accepted
the proffered handful, and, hearing the
school-master's ring, hurried through
my toilet.
Five minutes later, as Mr.. Allis
tucked the buffaloes around me, Aunt
Pidge, regardless of the draught, with
the border of her cap blown back by
the wind, and encircling her head like
halo, appeared at the door with a
bowl of pepper-tea
"Here, dear, you were going off
without drinking this. Try some of it.
Mr. Allen. It's one of the best sub
scriptions there is for keeping off the
Influential.
Knowing, from previous experience,
that resistance would only prolong the
controversy, and I must finally yield,
[ swallowed portion OF the obnoxious
fluid, and Mr.. Allis, chivalric to the
last, followed my example, apparently
to the aggravation of his aforemen-
toned cough.
But the Rubicon was passed. AS we
drove from the door our eyes met, and
we INDUCED in an uncomfortable fit of
laughter There is nothing equal to
hearty laugh for removing embar-
rassment. | never felt SO perfectly at
ease with Mr.. Allis. enjoyed the ride
exceedingly, and entered the dressing
room at Tanglewood in the best of
spirits. Kate Howe, as usual, the CEN
ter of an admiring circle of girls,
greeted me gayly.
eff she is annoyed by Mr.. Allis' con-
duct she certainly conceals her feel
ings WE'LL" I thought.
She fastened to show me new set
of jewelry, birthday gift from her
father.
"It is exquisite said I, as she fast
ened the glittering brooch. "And this
ring; I never saw you wear it before.
Does it belong with the set?'
No." said Kate, hastily hiding her
hand, and blushing like ruby.
''Come, the parlors are filled; let us 60
down."
Search not to find what lies too deeply hid,
Nor to know things whose knowledge is forbid"
hummed under my breath, following
her.
Ibid not see her again for the even
ing, and fancied she avoided me. In
the amusements that followed, the
country games and impromptu cha
rades, | was the liveliest of all, and
my merry mood did not leave me till
we rode home in the early morning.
Then, finding my lively sallies met with
no return, froze myself into digni-
fed silence, thinking Philip Allis was
no gentleman, to make me so uncom-
Portable because of misunderstand-
ing between himself and Kate. drew
my gloves on and off, impatiently, fret
ted at the awkward pause.
But Mr.. Allis found his tongue at
last, to some purpose, though in such
broken sentences that it is wonder
how l ever understood his meaning. I
suppose, however, a declaration of
love will usually be recognized let it
come disguised as it may. 1 indig-
nantly drew away the hand which he
had taken.
"And what of Kate Howe and her
betrothal ring?" | asked, severely.
''Of Kate Howe? What do you meanp
Then those foolish reports have reached
you! Kate is to marry George Lester,
one of my classmates. Their engage
ment is no longer secret.
I spare the sensible reader the con-
yersation which followed. Suffice it to